The next morning, with only half of our belongings packed into various bags, suitcases and boxes, we headed to the airport. We had our sob story ready in case we were hassled about our luggage. We slightly resembled a couple of sherpas with our one suitcase, three duffle bags, one bike box, two carry-on items for Mike and three carry-on items for myself. Luckily, all bags were under the 50 pound weight limit (just barely). However, on top of the ridiculous luggage fees and the $80 it costs to fly with a bike box they also wanted to charge us an additional $50 because the bike was considered a third piece of luggage- cue sob story...and success! The check-in attendants graciously allowed us to gate check the suitcase for free. However, in our enthusiasm we forgot what was packed in that suitcase. As we're getting ready to go through security Mike asks if I need a plastic bag for any 3.5 ounce liquid containers I may be carrying and that's when it hits us - there is no way we're getting through security with the current contents of that suitcase.
We make a mad dash downstairs and frantically start looking for our bags. We spot the bike box - it has not gone through TSA screening yet. Cue sob story again. And success! As Mike uses a key to open up the bike box, I begin the arduous process of unpacking the suitcase. The TSA screener suspiciously eyes us as we repack the bike box with a bottle of wine, a bottle of gin, a bottle of Jamaican liquor, and three bottles of gourmet olive oils - you know, the important stuff.
We finally make it through security after our bags were selected for extensive screening.
As you can imagine, we were very happy for a non-eventful flight into Milwaukee.
During the hour and a half drive to the Chicago suburbs I began to wonder "What adventures do you, Chicago- new city of mine, have in store for me?"